This is a song about "They are"

Chomping at your oxygen chords

They believe that they are the over-lords

They don't realize who they really are

We be in the party like we own that bar

They are, nothing but produced fractures.

Oldest nation on this earth

Your rhymes are soweak it's almost like they are theological,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Are they made outta plastic?

I'mma make it rain trick

6 o's pay for my car

Fuck friends (as if they are)

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Haters are lame, and they sloppy as seconds

They are snakes they are, fake they tryna take away our pride,

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died